Lyrics Step Off - The Furious Five

Step Off

Chrous:
Step, step, step, step, step off
Because you got to get lost because you know you’re soft, uh-huh.
Step, step, step, step, step off
Because you got to get lost because you know you’re soft, uh-huh-huh.
Step, step, step, step, step off
Because you got to get lost because you know you’re soft.
I was sittin’on the corner just a-wastin'my time
When I realised I was the king of the rhyme.
I got on the microphone and what do you see?
Huh, the rest was my legacy.
I was born to be the king of the be-bop swing,
To have stallions and medallions, big diamond rings.
I own a castle and a yacht, two million in gold
Because rap is the game that I control.
I’m like Shakespeare, I’m a pioneer
Because I made rap somethin’people wanted to hear.
See, before my reign, it was the same old same,
To the ba with the ba, that street-talk game,
So if you ever, let me make this clear,
If you ever think that we’re steppin’out of here,
You ever think you’re gettin’up, down, around or in,
Huh huh, you better think again, my friend
Because the door is closed and we’re in town
And the only place you can go is dowwwwwwwwwwn!
(Oohweeoohweeoohweeooooooooooooooooooooooohh.
Step, step, step, step, step off.)
Well, I’m Kieth Cowboy and you’re my cow,
So what you MC’s gonna do now?
It’s gonna be a slaughter and here’s my plan.
You won’t even get bread and water, my man.
Gonna put you on the racks like a pair of slacks
With another wack rapper tied to your back,
And if you wanna hang yourself out to dry,
It’s te beautiful round-up in the sky.
I’m the carry-out kid when my trigger’s in cock.
I’ll be carryin’out bodies stiff as a rock.
Carryin’out a million dollars in my pockets and hand,
But I carry out orders from no man,
'Cause anything you wanna do, I already did.
You used to see me rock the house when you was a kid,
But in my MC school, my class is packed
And tricks are for kids so I left your ass back.
The bow-legged brother, there’ll never be another.
I buy a mansion for my mother.
The 24/7, the Kool-Aid smile,
Say, Hey, crack a lemon and look at my pile.
(Repeat chorus)
Come on.
Now you know just who I am And what I do because I’m in demand,
Because I look good.
Do you hear, my man?
And if you can’t take that, you chump your old hand.
One girl at a time get an MC
So how could you think that you rank with me?
If you only did your homework, you would surely find
When Scorp’get girls, they all be fine
And the only girl that you could take of mine
Is the one that I left way behind
And plus you’re cheap, you’re petty, your music is trash.
You need to go to the bank and get some cash
Because talkin’don’t pay, you’re driftin’away.
When I see you on the stage, I’m-a blow you away.
You’re right.
There is no diff between me and you
Except I look good and you look through.
Take that.
(Repeat last two lines of chorus)
Little pieces of a dream is all you mean
Since the day you stepped into the MC scene.
Bitin’your moves, takin’fake awards,
Sayin’everyone else is perpetratin’the frauds,
But you’re nothin’but a clone of a flesh and bone.
Now you’re tryin’to play gone on the microphone,
But I tell you 'bout a night and you know I’m right
When you listen to us rockin’to the broad daylight,
And then you looked in the sky and you started to cuss,
But then you prayed to God that you could be like us.
Then God was great and God was true
And he tried to show you how to be like you,
But you still didn’t get where you wanted to go When you gathered in a group and got your own show
'Cause without the source, the force won’t survive.
For eternity, the source is alive.
You forgot the words of your creator
And now he’s made you a perpetrator,
Forever in a world of you and a girl,
A few grams in a pipe to make your head swirl.
You must spread the words of the master teacher.
You die by the rhymes and the streets’ll eat you.
The words are a gift we will never flaunt.
That’s why we’re gonna get everything we want.
Just like a shadow in the night on a sight unseen
And I’m the bonafide vocal master supreme,
And I’m here to run it down for the ladies and gents
For my rhymes make dollars plus they make sense,
See, you’re down with Cowboy, you’ll be rockin’the show.
With King Lu, Tommy Gun and, huh, Scorpio,
Kamikaze Clayton Savage and Easy Mike
And goin’down in the books is the king of the night,
So if you’re ever in a battle, I’m-a make you my slave
And I’m-a give you a shovel so you can dig a grave.
Leave behind all your fame and wealth
So you can say one rhyme, then bury yourself, huh.
I mnay sound possessed, but you know I’m blessed
With the will to make sense of all this mess.
I’m the power of the sun that shines in the sky
And I’m the only MC that’ll never die,
So just rock and don’t stop 'til you hit the top,
But when you see Mellie Mel, you’re gonna have to drop.
RRRAHHH!
And not only that,
(Repeat first four lines of chorus)
And for all you MC’s, you heard my story
On my super-fly, cold-crushin'fame and glory,
How I rocked the children and the young ladies.
I even rocked the country that was overseas
'Cause I can rock anybody from any crew.
Because I did it to Chaka, I’m-a do it to you.
I’m-a show you how I rocked it, y’all, all night long,
But when I rocked with Chaka Khan, I just said,
Chaka Khan, let me rock you, let me rock you, Chaka Khan., I said,
Let me rock you, that’s all I wanna do.
Chaka Khan, let me rock you, let me rock you, Chaka Khan., I said.
Let me me rock you 'cause I feel for you.
Chaka Khan, won’t you tell me what you wanna do?
Do you feel for me the way I feel for you.
Chaka Khan, let me tell you what I wanna do.
I wanna love you, wanna hug you, wanna squeeze you too,
So let me take me in your arms, let me fill you with my charms, Chaka
'Cause you know that I’m the one to keep you warm, Chaka.
I’ll make you more than just a physical spell.
I wanna rock you, Chaka baby, 'cause my name is Mellie Mel.
(Instrumental break)
Say what, y’all.
Say what.
To the DJ scratch, the metro match
'Cause we’re comin’out fresh with a brand new batch,
So takin’you off into the galaxy
Is Vicious, Vicious, VICIOUS LEE!
(Cutting and scratching 'till end)